Paranoid boyfriend doesn't want to heal

The house is easy to find, but how to get in is a big problem.

Previously, Xin Tang thought that he would find some clues when he came out, but he completely forgot that he didn't have a key, and he didn't remember where the spare key was. Even if he came, he could only stare blankly.

"Do you have the key?" Xin Tang cast his eyes on Ying Huan, who seemed to be omnipotent forever.

Ying Huan can't help, after all, this is not his house.

Xin Tang could only cover his mouth and nose by himself, and leaned over to the window to look in.

To say that this place is shabby is shabby, but there are still some basic protection measures. For example, the windows next to the corridor have dense and narrow steel anti-theft windows, and there are two layers of blackout curtains inside.

The only thing to be thankful for was that the curtains were not completely drawn tightly. Through the three-finger-wide gap, Xin Tang could barely see the situation in the room clearly.

Just as he imagined, the whole house was unobstructed and impoverished, with almost no valuable furniture, and a large piece of wall skin was peeling off, it looked like some kind of dangerous building.

One useful discovery though, there is a balcony opposite.

The living room was only three meters long, and the balcony was in the middle. After a rough calculation, Xin Tang felt that jumping over from the balcony next to it should not be a big problem.

Xin Tang told Ying Huan what he thought, Ying Huan nodded and said, "Okay, I'll ask the next door."

After all, Ying Huan really went to knock on the door, and Xin Tang was taken aback for a while. He couldn't help but suspect that Ying Huan was really a bit of a social bully.

Just think, it is impossible for the people next door to know Ying Huan, but Ying Huan knocked on the door and asked someone to let him turn over the balcony. It is impossible for normal people to agree to such a request!

Anyway, Xin Tang decided to wait and see what happened. After all, he was the one who really wanted to go in. It would be great if he could really get the chance to turn over the balcony.

However, after a while, no one came to answer the door, but a family next door opened the door and poked their heads out.

An old woman with half gray hair looked sideways at Ying Huan, and then said, "Don't knock, he hasn't come back."

"Do you know when he will be back?" Ying Huan politely continued.

Xin Tang was worried that Ying Huan would ignore her, and planned to talk to the old lady, but Ying Huan not only responded kindly, but also had a good attitude, so she shut her mouth and listened quietly to what they said.

The old lady asked again: "What is your relationship with him?"

"My former neighbor," Ying Huan pointed to the door next to the overpass, "The half-long-haired man who used to live there was my relative. When he left, he asked the neighbor to save some things."

Xin Tang: "..." Doesn't Ying Huan need to draft a lie?The sincerity and frankness of the attitude made him believe it.

After all, who would think that a man who looks extravagant at first glance would come to this dilapidated neighborhood to lie?

The old lady obviously believed Ying Huan's words, and the guard in her eyes became less guarded. Instead, she shook her head pitifully.

"I'm afraid it will be difficult to get your things back. Some time ago, I saw a few big men with arms thicker than legs take him away. I guess something happened to me. I don't know if I can come back. Sin oh."

"Well, please come out and tell me about this."

"Hey, if there is any trouble or not, it's all neighbors. If you have nothing to do, go away quickly. Those people may come back to make trouble. No one dares to come out recently."

"Okay, I know."

The old lady nodded, closed the door and hid back.

The only feasible path was cut off, Xin Tang looked at Ying Huan, "What should we do now?"

"Do you want to go in that much?"

Xin Tang was silent for a moment, and used the universal excuse of the Chinese: "Everyone is here..."

Ying Huan snorted inexplicably, "Then let's see if there is another way."

As he said that, Ying Huan also went to the window and took a look. After making sure that there was no way to open the lock, he walked to the overpass and saw a window that was not equipped with a steel anti-theft window.

The wall where this window is located intersects with the overpass at a [-]-degree angle, and it is four floors down. It is estimated that this is also the reason why the windows are not equipped with anti-theft windows.

Ying Huan tried to push the window, but unexpectedly pushed the window open, revealing the narrow kitchen inside.

The flyover guardrail is at the same height as the windows, and the distance is not far away. After stepping on the guardrail, you can jump into the kitchen with one step.

But the danger is also huge. After all, the wall and the bridge overlap at [-] degrees, and the angle is not easy to grasp.

Just looking down, Xin Tang felt a little dizzy, grabbed Ying Huan who seemed to be calculating the possibility of jumping over without getting disabled, and said, "Let's forget it, it's too dangerous."

"Don't you want to go in?"

"You can't risk your life."

"If you don't go in today, won't you come to take risks alone in the future?"

Xin Tang couldn't say no at the first time, because he was really full of curiosity about it, even if he couldn't get in today, he would find a way to go in one day to have a look.

Just this moment of hesitation has already explained his true thoughts.

Ying Huan pushed her hair back, "It's better to hit the sun than to choose another day, just today."

Before he finished speaking, he stepped on the railing and jumped directly onto the opposite window sill.

The whole process was almost completed within a minute, and Xin Tang had no time to stop it. It was not until Ying Huan bent down and jumped into the kitchen that his heart suddenly stopped beating again.

Xin Tang's legs went limp, and he leaned against the railing to gasp for air.

Ying Huan... how dare he? !This is the fourth floor, and he jumped without any protection!

And Ying Huan himself, looking as if nothing happened, opened the door from the inside to invite Xin Tang to come in.

Xin Tang stood up tremblingly, rushed through the door, pressed Ying Huan's chest and pushed him against the wall, "Are you crazy! This is the fourth floor, and you jumped as soon as you said!"

"Did it scare you?" Ying Huan caressed Xin Tang's side face pitifully, his attitude seemed a little frivolous, but what he said made Xin Tang's teeth tremble: "Remember this feeling, I'm dead, you must cry for me .”

"what are you saying!"

"Are you angry? Why?"

"Why do you say! Why did you do such a dangerous thing? Still say this... talk?"

"I have this feeling..." Ying Huan lowered his head to kiss Xin Tang, but it was just a light kiss on the cheek, and when he spoke, Zhang He's lips brushed against Xin Tang's side face: "I'm about to die, Tangtang."

Xin Tang was taken aback, and pushed Ying Huan away suddenly: "What did you say?"

He went to touch Ying Huan's body, but he didn't feel any wound, so he could only guess in another direction: "Are you sick?"

"Yes, I'm sick." Ying Huan clutched his chest, "I feel a kind of lost emptiness that is difficult to resolve, and it is about to eat my body. I want to fill it up, but I can't do it. I realize that I need freshness, but freshness will slip through my open mouth, through my open eyes, and through my fingers that cannot be closed."

"What are you talking about? I don't understand."

Xin Tang held Ying Huan's face in his hands and looked straight into Ying Huan's eyes, only then did he realize that something was wrong with Ying Huan's eyes, a little scarlet, but full of indescribable emptiness.

However, in the next second, Ying Huan's eyes suddenly recovered.

Even the expressions of some madmen returned to their usual calm in an instant. Ying Huan let go of his hand and said, "I tried to reduce the dose of the medicine, but it doesn't seem to work."

"Is this... what you look like when you're sick?"

"Not at all. When I was really sick, I was a hundred times more terrified than now. Do you still feel not afraid?"

Of course it is impossible to say that you are not afraid at all. Xin Tang even still has a lingering sense of helplessness in his heart, but this level is indeed not enough to make him flinch.

Xin Tang hugged Ying Huan to avoid looking directly at Ying Huan, "I'm not afraid of this."

He was only afraid that in the lost memory, there was a terrible fact that tore him and Ying Huan apart.

After a while, both of them gradually calmed down. Xin Tang let go of Ying Huan and decided to face his past.

Xin Tang looked at it at home, and again came to the conclusion that his family was really poor, and it would not be too much to describe it as a family with bare walls.

Although it has two bedrooms, one living room and one kitchen, it is not as big as a bedroom in Ying Huan's house. After the bedroom is put on the bed, it is only enough for one person to pass by. Not to mention the living room, there are only two cabinets, an old TV, and a set of An old sofa with the core hollowed out by mice.

There was really nothing useful in the living room, so Xin Tang went into the second bedroom and looked around.

The two bedrooms are side by side next to the kitchen. Although they are both small, the middle bedroom is particularly miserable. There is no window, and the only light comes in from the door. The moment Xin Tang turned on the light, he saw several mice scurrying into the dark room. in the corner.

There are countless empty wine bottles in the corner, indicating that the person who lives here should be his father.

Thinking of his father, Xin Tang flicked his eyes, and vaguely saw a half-long-haired man lying on the bed, so thin that his shoulder blades protruded with an obvious arc, and there was only an empty trouser leg left on his right leg.

Xin Tang shook his head, then took a closer look, there was no man on the bed.

It seems... It's his memory?

Is that his father?

Xin Tang casually opened the drawer of the bedside table, and saw a photo frame that was locked inside the drawer.

He took it out and took a look, but was a little stunned.

The photo is a group photo of a family of three. The child in the middle has a big smiling face. The woman is gentle and the man is strong. It looks like an ordinary and warm family.

But the right half of the photo is riddled with cracks and appears to have been torn apart.

There was another burst of dizziness in his head, and Xin Tang's knees gave way, and he fell to his knees on the ground with a "bang".

He saw again, the skinny man sitting on the ground slumped, holding half of the photo in his hand.

"Tangtang!"

A call pulled Xin Tang out of the hallucination.

Xin Tang opened his eyes suddenly, only to realize that he had crushed the glass of the photo frame at some point, and Ying Huan was right behind him, holding him in his arms and comforting him: "It's okay, don't be afraid..."

After a while, Xin Tang came back to his senses, and said in a daze, "I saw him, he hates me..."